| I use 'em to crush my opponents
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| My words are weapons
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| I never show no emotion
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| My words are weapons
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| I use 'em to kill whoever’s steppin' to me
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| My words are like weaponry on a record
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| My words are weapons
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| I use 'em to crush my opponents
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| These words are weapons
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| I never show no emotion
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| My words are weapons
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| I use 'em to kill whoever’s steppin' to me
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| My words are like weaponry on a record
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| The rage I release on a page
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| Is like a demon unleashin' a caged
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| Lunatic as soon as I hit the stage
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| My mind is like a fuckin' stick of dynamite
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| Once I get behind the mic
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| It’s like the wick is lit, you bitches die tonight
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| My 9 is like a guidin' light at night: shinin' bright
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| My fuckin' grip is tighter than my wife’s vagina (psych!)
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| These cock-suckin' cops got my Smith-N-Wesson
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| I guess it’s time to pick a different weapon
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| Man, the shit’s depressin'
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| But Swift is gettin' me a new one for a Christmas present
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| Come on, Slim, let’s go and teach this fuckin' bitch a lesson!
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| They managed to confiscate the pistol that I brandish
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| But my plan is to use this bullshit to my advantage
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| Shady, stay creative, baby
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| Hold your head up, don’t you let up
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| One bit on these motherfuckin' suckers
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| You’re a soldier, get up!
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| Stand up for what you believe in, long as you breathin'
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| They jealous of you, man, that’s the only reason they beefin'
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| My words are weapons
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| I use 'em to crush my opponents
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| My words are weapons
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| I never show no emotion
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| My words are weapons
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| I use 'em to kill whoever’s steppin' to me
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| My words are like weaponry on a record
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| My words are weapons
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| I use 'em to crush my opponents
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| These words are weapons
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| I never show no emotion
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| My words are weapons
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| I use 'em to kill whoever’s steppin' to me
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| My words are like weaponry on a record
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| It’s that Dirty Dozen renegade
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| You done pulled the pin out my grenade
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| .38's will move your shit up out the way
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| You niggas won’t forget about McVay
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| You got somethin' to say?
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| Let it out today, or watch these bullets spray
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| From these 10 black fingers huggin' these deadly millimeters
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| That’ll make Jeff Dahmer look like he caught a misdemeanor
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| See, I’m Dirty, so I ain’t gotta buy a pistol cleaner
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| An official beater, don’t let me see you with yo' heater
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| You gets whipped with it
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| Tell them motherfuckers Swift did it
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| You packin' somethin' special in your crib, then bitch, get it!
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| I’m physically fitted to run yo' digits, I’m hostile
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| With this Roscoe pointed up your nostrils
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| You get splitted, and guess what: I’m blowin' up the hospital
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| And wouldn’t give a fuck if you a cop or a ho
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| I’m Hannibal Lector, the spinal cord disconnector
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| Findin whores to lock 'em up in motels to inject 'em
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| My words are weapons
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| I use 'em to crush my opponents
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| My words are weapons
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| I never show no emotion
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| My words are weapons
|
| I use 'em to kill whoever’s steppin' to me
|
| My words are like weaponry on a record
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| My words are weapons
|
| I use 'em to crush my opponents
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| These words are weapons
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| I never show no emotion
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| My words are weapons
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| I use 'em to kill whoever’s steppin' to me
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| My words are like weaponry on a record
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| I’m eatin' crews like I’m Hannibal
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| There’s no way I can be the gay rapper (Why not?)
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| I only fuck animals (Oh! Ha ha)
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| Stupid trick got my dick startin' to itch
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| Went to my mother’s grave site, called her a stupid bitch
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| One on one in this bloodsport
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| I’m in divorce court, sold my bitch off a pack of Newports
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| (Your honor!) Six times I been arrested
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| How would you feel, if you was a Jehovah witness
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| That always got molested? |
| (It happens)
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| I’m smokin' dank, drinkin' drank
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| I can’t have any kids 'cause I’m fuckin' shootin' blanks
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| Don’t you know Bizarre don’t give a fuck?!
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| Nicole’s a whore, I’m glad O.J. |
| murdered the slut (uhh!)
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| Responsibility — I’m negligent
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| Bill Clinton’s a fag, should be stabbed
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| Let Richard Simmons be the President (ohh HEYY!!)
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| Call me a weirdo, call me Bi-zarre
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| While I stick it up yo' ass while you shittin' diarrhea
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| My words are weapons
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| I use 'em to crush my opponents
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| My words are weapons
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| I never show no emotion
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| My words are weapons
|
| I use 'em to kill whoever’s steppin' to me
|
| My words are like weaponry on a record
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| My words are weapons
|
| I use 'em to crush my opponents
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| These words are weapons
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| I never show no emotion
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| My words are weapons
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| I use 'em to kill whoever’s steppin' to me
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| My words are like weaponry on a record
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| Yo- |